@jaynejetplanee: Cannot please them one…… #fyp #foryoupage #relatives #toxic

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kayy :

both ways they’ll still say “next time no husband would want you liao”

2026-09-28 14:54:05

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Autobot Prime :

lol! I could relate 🥲

2026-09-28 09:34:27

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Anabelle :

Actually my relatives all say I got skinnier 😂

2026-09-28 10:16:32

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🌊 :

Sorry i cant finish watching this. Gonna scroll and escape 😭

2026-09-28 16:39:16

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♣∂єѕтιηу ♣ :

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎

2026-09-28 10:24:53

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non :

Nv been this early but u damn accurate leh 😭😭😭

2026-09-28 09:37:02

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ShaaRidzz :

Hahahaha tell me about it. Haiyooo

2026-09-28 10:02:43

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upwardfacingdawn :

this was legit my childhood.

2026-09-28 09:38:09

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tetradrachms :

Now I'm curious how Annabel look like.

2026-09-28 10:34:22

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Mary Seow131 :

I love your "ler jin bui" (Teochew) accent TOPS for you

2026-09-28 11:41:02

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Hat6Thinker :

🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂

2026-09-28 09:37:37

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Gen :

2026-09-28 12:48:41

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blooee :

Fat people say, skinny also people say..

2026-09-28 09:34:12

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Dandandonki :

I think they gnna react like this

2026-09-28 09:40:11

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23 :

why must say my name sia

2026-09-28 10:39:08

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淇 :

@Hayley

2026-09-28 12:17:42

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DJ Minx :

😂

2026-09-28 17:26:22

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